Creative Nonfiction

The Glove Says "I Love You"

Taylor Dalton

The ball in the glove stretches out in front of me, papers strewn below, around and beyond it, the sweat stains on the sides hint at long hours and tired fingers, sore palms under the palms that lined ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Aphorisms on Memes

Kelly Burdick

The impulse to save a meme to your phone is the same force that drives cats to collect hair ties and bottle caps under the couch.
In the case of both the world and memes, all things tend toward ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Castles in the Sky

Aliah Eberting

Castles in the sky.
Airy fairy, sugar-spun, cotton candy webs that lace the air.
Everyone has one. Some people have a dozen. I have seven.
When I line them up side by side they ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction
Creative Nonfiction

Stars and Silence

Megan McMahon

On that day there was silence. The kind of silence that you not only hear, but that you feel, you taste, and you see. It’s so thick that every step you take is in slow motion like you are trudging ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction
Creative Nonfiction

The trend of K’s in India

Sohel Vohra

K-drama and K-pop are not so new term for the millennials. But what is K-drama? It is Korean televisions series, or dramas which are popularly known as K-drama. If you ask a teen about K-pop o ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction
Creative Nonfiction
Creative Nonfiction

The Dam Breaks

Mia Lucia

Three teens sit in a Plymouth van half past midnight, awaiting the judgement of a cop. There’s a blond—a lanky, pretty guy with a pouf of hair and amusement in his eyes. There’s a ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Delayed Bachelor

Juliet Logan

INT. Montreal Airport - DAY
OLIVIA MOORE, 24, is anxiously sitting at Gate C. Her knee is bouncing and she is biting her nails. She looks at the giant clock behind her. It reads 11:05. ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Watery Shadows

Ruth Thomas

I can hear bell towers and train whistles from my window.
Sometime during high school, my memories started to get murkier. It got harder to remember what I’d eaten last or what I had learned ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction
Creative Nonfiction

Breaking Even

Ben Sheffer

I start the chess tournament by entering the skittles room, which unfortunately, is nothing like a rainbow. The skittles room is just a lounge with a water dispenser and is not a candy dispensary. I ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

A Christmas Story

McKade Kerr

I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. It was still dark outside, and I wasn’t fully awake yet, but I answered my phone and heard a familiar voice. “It snowed over a foot last night! We need ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction
Creative Nonfiction

I remember

Harmandeep Swaich

The Forbidden House
I knew what it was. I knew the house on the beach and that I needed to get there. I was there late at night when I knew I had to get away from my mom screaming that the walls ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Dreaming With Your Eyes Open

Hailey Skinner

I am not, nor have I ever been, an artist.
I am and have always been, a dreamer.
When I was in 3rd grade I had a necklace from Claire’s, which, in plastic silver letters, labeled me ... [+]